kayo chhukh me travith tsalaan.........

Was the promise you now break just casual words, 

That you leave, dear friend, forsaking me ?

 

My words of love might melt your heart,

But my speech departs on meeting you !

 

My love for you makes me waste away,

But the love itself does not decay.

 

Perhaps clouds of my cries have caught you fast

That's why your face is bathed in sweat.

 

With you as physician, death can't come,

For the patient never recovers, dear friend !

 

O how identical are thousands of flowers,

But no two men are ever alike !

 

Beauty never wore a face honest and whole,

But ever like the wavering, reflected moon.

 

When Mahjoor sees some lovely dame,

Passion does not seize his heart.